Lyrics:
I'm in miami beach couple chains mr t
Come and meet the chef i got the recipe
Im making heavy flips and i re up twice a week
R &B diva's take em
off
Is making music that doesn't appeal to the masses
The only way that I could get props
Am I discredited by my success
Or all these sexy women getting
My plans and your plans are canceled
For the next year it appears if we're rational
Devastating markets internationally
How do we adapt while moving
Hey, I battle any day
And any hour, any minute, any second
And any album, any single, any record
Cause what I'm sayin is this: I rock you anytime
I make
the right questions, you pleading the fifth (you scared?!)
If you believe you’re the shit then keep it legit, and step up and speak for a bit (yeaaaa)
Was
or
That money isn't long
"Damn, it's like that?"
Unfortunately it is
Cause no cheddar equals out to
No food for my kid
"Hold up, you got a kid too? How
yourself
Put yourself to the test and detested the old you
That was overdue, due diligence
Yeah
Grew up around division but now we do dividends
More
And the moment that she left the room
The album started skipping
Goodbye to beauty, shared with the ones that you love
A shadow that has fallen
By: Boe Araya ,Yeah, I come through sippin pepsi blue, booo
I go better than Maya Angeluo and skip to my lou, skip on these nuts fo show kid, while I
Listen, Joyner what's up? It's Kev
Heard the song "Lotto" you just dropped, and I'ma tell you right now, man, I'm not too impressed
I'll tell you
Temps qu'mes albums, quoi?
Qu'ma carrière solo doit aussi
Sortir chez toi? Non c'est pas ça! un
Droit de préférence mais
Non j'comprends pas!
Attends,
a Tropicana and a sack to burn
Cause they've been waiting on my
Album like a tax return
I just got a new set
Put a knife to your skin got you screaming
Thinking
cherry
Happened to be wearing my white pants
I had a fart that turned to shart by chance
Teleporter
Take me far away
I don't want to be here anymore
niggas by the balls
See me comin', drop the drawers, stop and pause
Hear me bustas, better drop the charge
Mothafucka, i'm about to roar
Spittin'
the wrong thing about me
Your career is something that you can say goodbye, bye, bye to
How's your album doing? Mine flew
This time around I'm doing what
SIGN
BLASTED EVERY STOP SIGN
I'll be the king, you be the queen, I'll buy you Graceland
But right now you'll have to settle for the album
With you by
body structure
Ready to rupture
At times I sat back to think again and again
How I broke the golden rule by doing business with friends
My mind traveled
the niggas looking up to me
I’m like a rainbow
Walking in the desert until I’m watching the rain go
Cause niggas getting famous exactly just how the game goes
up your taste
Will you dance for me?
Two more drinks and I'll forget everything
I can't remember your face by the time I get home
You're
a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
I remember it all, all, all too well
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like to be my old self
doing these things from when deyja was ran by randy
So the bars are sharp like a Stanley
Overstand me
I like Bashment
I like Jungle
I like electro
that got canned
But I'm stickin' it out on this al-bam (Bam?)
I mean album
Was on powder, not talcum
Ask Malcolm in the Middle
Everybody ever give you
fucking beat, yeah
And a bank account with a high score
I want to be blinded by the spotlight
And go deaf from the cries of the crowd
I wanna drop albums
I was out for a walk downtown last Saturday night|Coming back from a show or something like that|And I looked up at the sky and it was dark
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